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| Fear?; I can't help but laugh at you prophet | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 5 2005, 03:56 AM (49 Views) | |
| Crimson Shards | Apr 5 2005, 03:56 AM Post #1 |
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A soft humming fills our ears as the picture stays black, the soft humming normally found from cars. As well as a few zipping noises normally heard when cars drive by, it is here that we fade in to find us not inside the actual arena but infact in the parking lot. Sitting against a rather old looking caddy is one of the four challengers in the triple threat tag match this sunday onikage, his knees nearly shoved up against his chest as his arms fall to his sides limp. The very top of his skull resting against the back of the car as he stares up into the dim lights of the parking lot, it is now that we hear our third noise of the promo as laughter begins to escape onikage's mouth. At first quiet and slow, but it soon picks up pace and becomes louder and louder. To the point where it cancels out all other noises in this parking garage. The demented masked man's laughter echoing making it even more intense and surreal before the man slams his head against the back of the car, shutting himself up. Onikage's head falls to the side, his hair dangling infront of the lower half of his face and mask but it is his eyes, those eyes that twinkle with sheer amusement that stared directly into the camera. Onikage: Fear....You?.....You think i.....fear you my dear false prophet? Onikage's chest begins to shake, he attempts to stop himself from having yet another laughing fit just by uttering that few little words. Oh how amusing the thought is to one as unstable as onikage. Oh how it tickles him yellow, green, blue, red, all the colors of the rainbow to think such a silly little thought let alone say it. Onikage: You see marc, this is one of your many weak points. Your arrogance, i've tried time and time again to explain to you. It is THIS that will be genocide's and your downfall. Now you seem to have made some little thought in that football sized brain of your's that i am afraid of you?....You?......I marc have walked through hell itself and had a ball, i use to bleed for kicks, i stared the devil himself right in the eye and danced with him as he played that wicked fiddle of his. And you have the arrogance, the gull, the sheer ignorance to try and claim I am the one afraid of YOU?! Marc your " horrors " you face are like a field of flowers compared to the dark and twisted things i've witnessed. I have seen heaven, and i have been through hell. And neither can prepare you for what i am going to bring to you this sunday my false prophet. I serve a master who can be more evil then lucifer and yet be more merciful then jesus christ. Your grail, your prophecies, none of it will save you in the end. None of it can prepare you for what you will face when you step into that ring. I must now do some thing however i did not think i'd ever do. I thank you marc, i thank you for making such a complete and utter joke of yourself. I thank you for saying these things AS IF your arrogance made them the truth. Cause for a while now i've been going soft on those i've stepped into the ring with, i've been showing forgiveness. Even with the likes of orion i showed pity on him and allowed him to make the decision of whether he'd atone or not to himself. But you.....* giggles *....you there will be no choice. You see marc you've stated i look to the past for reassurance. Yet you look back on your wins over myself, your wins over kitten, your wins over elrick to reassure YOURSELF that you can destroy us. That you can strike fear into us.....Truth be told marc, i welcome your " path of destruction " . I have no shame in admitting i enjoy it when my opponents decide to atone for their sins the hard way, and YOU my friend have done just that. You have given me all the reason in this existence to do things the hard way. It will rain blood once arnachy begins, but it shall be the blood of a false prophet and his blind sheep. Count your prays to your false leader the grail, count your days, and count your wicked thoughts marc. Comes come sunday, judgment day shall begin. And the ordinary shall be your judge, jury, and excutioner. But let me leave you with a question marc....let me leave you with a riddle of sorts.... Onikage slowly gets up, and walks over to the camera which is only a few feet away. Lifting it up and taking hold of it onikage looks deep into it. His eyes still twinkling with amusement over this entire thing. Onikage: How can one who does not follow christ, nor lucifer. One who is void of all sanity, one who has given his own flesh and blood to serve a being greater then both. Be afraid of a arrogant, pathetic, bald, whiny, false prophet?........I'll leave that for your paranoia filled closed minded head to consider....But in my closing words, if I didn't know better false prophet....i'd say YOU were the one who was afraid.... Onikage tosses the camera to the floor, smashing it and walks away as the cracked lense manages to pick up the shot before we fade to static and then black. |
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| Marc991 | Apr 6 2005, 11:46 PM Post #2 |
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That black remains for a few moments and the commercials begin to play for Anarchy in the UK. Right in the middle of the announcement of the tag team title match, the screen seems to catch a fire as the backdrop of the three teams burns up, curling over upon themselves and behind it lies a scene of decadence. A break down of civilization itself, a land of tall grasses, uncut for months, the remains of what could have once been a house barely stands on these grounds, the wood reduced to mere toothpicks by termites. The small shack leans and with each gust of cool English wind, it leans further, almost cumbling upon itself. The dull stench of age and stored material looms in the air as a large figure steps in front of the camera. Clad in black jeans and a black Genocide T-shirt, Marc Malicious stands like a statue, guarding this place. His facial expression is no surprise, a snarl that would ward off anybody who wishes to approach him. His eyes are cold, not the burning red they usually are, but more of a clay red color, cooled off, almost serene. MM-Fear is a relative term, Onikage. You can claim to never be afraid, but everybody knows it isn't true. Everybody....everybody fears something. Even I have fears, and I admit them. I am terefied of failure. That is why I am so good at what I do, I recognize my fear and I face it, rather than an opponent. However, you can't really do that Onikage, because your fear...IS...your opponent. I couldn't care less whether you bitch for an hour that you aren't scared, I hear the vibrato in your voice, that almost inaudible shake in your tone. It isn't my ego that tells me you're scared, its a sense beyond the human sense, it is the animal sense. They always say an animal can smell fear, and it is true. I am an animal. I can smell that you are horrified by the thought of facing me. I can tell that you are trying to mask your fear with a confident front. I understand it Onikage, and I know how to battle it. Call me arrogant if you will, but confidence is only arrogance when you belive you are something more than what you are. I only speak about what I am, nothing exaggerated about it. I have all the power I say I have and I can beat who I say I can. I've done it before and I'll do it again. Proof has been given time and again, you've been watching, Onikage, but you haven't been paying attention. Satan has been revered throughout time as the most evil figure that ever lived, but that fact, is untrue. If Satan were so damn evil, he wouldn't need demons to do his bidding. You think that the CEO of a company is the smartest man there? Hell no, thats why he has an egghead squad, to think for him. You see, Satan is nothing but a leader for true evil...and that is where I come in. Any man can face Satan himself and not tremble, but the true trick is to stare down his darkest demon, his most valuable asset, Marc Malicious, without trembling. You've yet to do that. You clench your fists to steady your shaking hands, but it isn't working. I still see it, Oni, I still can see your fear. Malicious turns to the shack, swaying in the wind and he smiles to himself. He begins a journey toward it, taking seven or so steps until he is right next to it. He runs his finger's over it's rough sawn edges and it's splinters try to bite him, but he is like a wood worker, he knows the ins and outs and he can avoid the poking and prodding of the protruding wood slices. MM-You are like this little shack Onikage. It, like you, is the weakest link in the chain, yet it still stands. It has stood the test of time, yet barely survived. It survived the beating of a decade, but still it is able to stay together. You are the same Onikage. You've survived so much in your life and you stand, still together, but like this little shack, you sway in the wind...one gust too strong... Malicious lays a bit of pressure on the house in the direction that it is leaning and it crumbles. Malicious claps his hands and then rubs them together, cleaning the dust from them as the house is reduced to just a pile of two by fours. MM...and you too shall crumble. Onikage, you are right, the Grail, the prophecies, none of them will save me, this I've known for so long. However, it forsees the path that I must travel and it is my guide. Could I survive without it? Yes...Could I still fail with it by my side? Yes. The past I looked to was not to reassure myself of anything. The past I looked to was to convince you. I grow tired of destroying poor helpless souls, and I thought you were one I could save, but you stand hellbent to force atonement from a prophet. You are trying to preach to the minister. You are trying to sing to the choir. You cannot force atonement out of a man who has no sins. You speak of me as arrogant and whiny, yet throughout all you've said, I hear that violin playing in the background. Cry me a river Onikage, because the fact of the matter is, you are whining and complaining about me saying you are afraid. If I were whining, I would talk about the injustice of having to face two teams, both unworthy of a title shot. If I was whining, I would be asking why I am not the number one contender for the Heavyweight title. Onikage, if I were whining, I wouldn't have had all the success that I've had here. Whiners never succeed, and that is why you've done so poorly here. Two reigns as tag team champion is easy when you have a partner you can trust. The hard part is when you have a partner you can't trust, like I did with Impact. One reign with him is like four with someone you know can watch your back. You Onikage, are nothing here, but someone to dance for my amusement. You said I was the one who was afraid, and you're partially right. I am afraid, but I join you in fear. My reasoning, is that I don't want to lose what I've so rightly earned...but you Onikage...you're scared of something less important. You are afraid of me. A true champion does not fear anybody, no matter how dominating they are. You Onikage, are a coward in the eyes of cowards. Malicious takes one more looks at the pile of lumber that was once a home and then he grins and makes his way back through the grass, heading off to some undisclosed place. |
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